Chapter 482: Pursuing the Enemy

At this moment, everyone's blood boiled.

Bullets whistled past their ears; they no longer knew what fear was or what death was, only that they held their guns and charged forward.

When the bullets ran out, with no time to change magazines, they leapt into the trench and slammed the gunstock into the enemy's head.

Lu Cheng reloaded with buckshot, aimed at the trench a few times, yet he didn't dare to fire.

The trench was a tangled melee, with both enemy and our troops; the shotgun's kill radius was too large, easily causing friendly fire.

In close combat, Lu Cheng was not only unafraid but excited.

When he saw a Railway Troops soldier being pinned by an enemy, the enemy's gunstock pressed against his throat, Lu Cheng leapt over and struck the enemy's back of the neck with his own gunstock.

At a moment like this, not a regular fight, Lu Cheng didn't hold back; he gathered all his strength and slammed the stock down, the enemy collapsed unconscious on the spot.

"Are you okay…" Lu Cheng pulled the little Comrade who had been pressed underneath up.

"I'm fine, thank you, Lu Jingzhang… be careful!"

Lu Cheng was shoved, and immediately a Bullet flew toward the two of them.

Lu Cheng reacted quickly, kicking the Comrade he had just helped up, sending him down again.

He also used the recoil, rolling backward swiftly, and the two barely dodged the incoming Bullet.

The shotgun in his hand, at the moment he fell, was tossed forward with the motion.

The enemy instinctively blocked with his arm; seizing the chance, Lu Cheng spun and snatched a handful of dirt and threw it.

For a moment the enemy's eyes were blinded; Lu Cheng planted his palm on the ground, sprang up, and delivered a spinning kick to the enemy's temple.

He had often visited the performing arts troupe before, sparring many times with Senior Sister Su Feixue, who had learned killing techniques from Master.

After so much sparring, Lu Cheng naturally picked up a few moves.

When that enemy was kicked in the temple and his body rolled sideways, a normal person would surely pounce and pin the enemy down.

But Lu Cheng didn't; instead he quickly clenched his fist, protruding his middle finger joint, and while the enemy's body hadn't hit the ground yet, he smashed it directly into the enemy's throat.

From the feel in his hand, he could clearly sense the throat cartilage shattering.

The enemy lay on the ground clutching his neck, convulsing, only inhaling but not exhaling; he died in less than a minute.

At that moment another enemy Waa‑waa shouted, lunged forward, and used his gun barrel to choke Lu Cheng's neck, the suffocation making Lu Cheng unable to breathe.

He had used this move on Senior Sister before, but each time Senior Sister easily broke it.

Lu Cheng first endured the choking, then shifted a foot back, widening the gap at his neck a bit, gulped a huge breath, felt strength return, and then executed a shoulder throw.

The enemy was easily thrown to the ground; Lu Cheng was about to lunge for an elbow strike when Wu Zhekun flashed forward, pointed his gun at the enemy's heart, and fired—bang bang—two shots.

The two had no time for words; the fight on the high ground continued, but because a truck launched a fierce assault here, in a short while the enemy suffered six or seven casualties, while our side lost three.

But in numbers, it was clear the enemy was at a disadvantage; at the end it was two against one.

Morale peaked; fists brutally struck enemies' faces, some even picking up stones to smash enemies' heads.

Anyone who tried to grab a gun and retaliate was shot dead by Wu Zhekun.

At this point the enemy, seeing the situation turn bad, disregarding their comrades' lives, quickly pulled the pin of a grenade and tossed it.

Wu Zhekun was startled, immediately dragged an enemy with him, and together they pressed onto the exploding grenade.

"Bang"—the blast wave flipped Wu Zhekun, and the enemy, having direct contact with the bomb, had his chest blown apart, flesh and blood scattering.

"Squad Leader…"

"Save him!"

If not for Wu Zhekun's action, the clustered Railway Troops would have had at least four killed by the explosion.

Lu Cheng noticed that amid the chaos, two surviving enemies rolled quickly down the slope.

They're trying to escape!

Wu Zhekun—whether stunned or dead from the shock—lay motionless on the ground.

Lu Cheng felt worried, but after a brief hesitation he chased after the two enemies.

"Lu Jingzhang, come back quickly…"

Now the enemy has suffered heavy casualties; we have clearly secured victory.

At first everyone clung to a death‑oriented resolve; no one thought of surviving, only hoping to pull a few extra backs, and perhaps because of that, all potential was awakened.

Now that they could still claim victory, everyone felt very lucky.

Only two Carriage's equipment was lost, the enemy was almost completely annihilated, and several of our side were wounded; Wu Zhekun was shaken by the blast's aftershock and is receiving emergency treatment.

Chasing after two enemies seemed enough; everyone thought there was no need to continue the chase, but Lu Cheng didn't agree.

The fact that the Farm was attacked within less than an hour's drive says what?

It suggests that this enemy unit likely followed Wu Zhekun and must have discovered the Farm as a logistics hub.

If those two enemies are let go, they could return to report, and later launch another raid; not only would the Farm base be jeopardized, but the workers there would face mortal danger.

Therefore Lu Cheng must capture the two fleeing enemies.

He scrambled down the slope into dense underbrush, pushing aside branches while sprinting after the enemies' escape route.

But many thorny branches scratched his face, leaving small cuts; Lu Cheng ignored the pain and kept running.

After about twenty minutes of chase, both sides had just endured a brutal battle and were near their physical limits.

Lu Cheng could now see the two enemies' silhouettes, and their speed slowed until they finally stopped.

Lu Cheng also could not run further; he bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

The two enemies opposite were also struggling, but as soldiers their physical condition was good; after a few ragged breaths, seeing only Lu Cheng pursuing, they exchanged glances and walked toward him.

Lu Cheng instinctively reached for his gun, only to find he hadn't brought one; during the melee in the trench, everyone had been tangled together and no one knew where the guns were thrown.

Lu Cheng couldn't help feeling panicked; after all, he had never been a soldier and didn't realize a gun is a second life that should always be at hand.

But it was only a momentary panic, as the two enemies also had no guns.

Since neither side had guns, they could only fight bare‑handed, and in a fight Lu Cheng hadn't been beaten by anyone.

He straightened his waist at once, shaking his neck as he crossed his two palms, cracking them with a creak, then clenched his fists and quickened his step toward the two enemy soldiers.